I’m 21, the edge is razor-thin between being numb and feeling everything

But I’m wearing his boxers, I’m being a good wife
We won’t be together, but maybe the next life
I need him like water, he lives on a landslide
I cry in his bathroom, he turns off the big light
I’m being the cool girl, I’m keeping it so tight
I carry him home while my friends have a good night
I need him like water, he thinks that I’m alright
I’m not feeling human, I think he’s a good guy

But it’s complex